Yukon

Whitehorse, -19, we take off on the road to Dawson City, nest of the Gold Rush. 6 hours through mountains that look like piles of refined sugar. When there's no heavy wind it never feels that cold... but the temperature drops as we add kilometres. It's amazing. I have learned that snow starts to squeak at 5 degrees F.

One thought for a story... jumping off a plane and deciding during the free fall whether to open or not the parachute. Share